Ech enough that my boss looked at me yesterday and says "You're not walking home from the bus stop." Fair enough. Our car doors were frozen shut, but fortunately a fellow volunteer was able to give me a ride home. Running out of air in the middle of one's presentation brings out protectiveness in others. Which can make me bristly, but only when I don't need that protectiveness.
Tried to leave the house today in a tulle skirt over tights. In 12-degree weather. And a T-shirt with a thin hoodie, but at least that's under a wool coat, her new cowl, and a hat. She was summarily sent upstairs to apply pants to her ensemble.
There's a $20 bill next to my computer. Did I get a tip? What did I get a tip for? Was I a very good ________?
(I know now why it's there, but am still keenly interested in your theories.)
No Link Soup Today
Because I worked 1-5 and had meetings and didn't get home til 9ish and I watched RuPaul's Drag Race and went to sleep. So I am not up on my internets.
The composer Frédéric Chopin, who regularly hallucinated, probably had temporal lobe epilepsy throughout his short life, reveals research published online in Medical Humanities.
I claim Chopin for the tribe, y'all.
Work, home, writing, nap. I know, boring, but I am still not well. Deal with me being boring.
Get your own valentinr